The auction hammer fell—and with it, his daughter was declared a “gift.” In the underground banquet hall where city elites toasted power behind velvet curtains, the former Alpha King stood at the edge of the crowd in a worn coat, watching his child’s name appear on a gilded screen. No one recognized him anymore. To them, he was just a failed widower who’d disappeared from the werewolf hierarchy years ago. To him, this was the moment the past stopped being buried. He didn’t argue. He didn’t beg. He calmly placed a ring on the table—ancient, cracked, engraved with a sigil no one had seen in decades. The music stuttered. The security feeds glitched. On the giant screens, sealed contracts and blood-oath recordings began to play, exposing how the council had traded heirs like currency, how his rival had built power by selling “protection” to humans and wolves alike. Murmurs turned to panic as guests realized their secrets were being broadcast far beyond the room. When guards rushed him, the air shifted. A low howl cut through crystal and steel, vibrating in bone. Veins darkened. Eyes glowed. The power he’d locked away for his daughter’s safety surged back—controlled, deliberate. This wasn’t a rampage. It was a reclaiming. Each step he took tightened the circle, each revelation raising the stakes, until even his rival understood: the king hadn’t returned for revenge alone. As sirens wailed outside and the council’s escape routes sealed one by one, he leaned close to the trembling man who’d ordered his child delivered like a prize. “This is not the end,” he said softly. “It’s the hunt.” Somewhere beneath his sleeve, an old mark burned to life—unfinished, unstoppable—waiting for the final howl to be unleashed.

Embers glowed red, like the grip of her mother’s hand in her final moments. Ari stood barefoot on the scorched earth behind the manor, her dress flapping in the night wind like a tattered banner. The nobles formed a circle around her, their golden spectacles reflecting cold, glittering eyes. "Daughter of a traitor—unworthy of bearing the heirloom of the Wolfblood." They pointed at the silver chain around her neck, the one her mother had died to leave behind, engraved with forgotten moon-script: *Blood not cold, oath unbroken.* Ivy screamed from behind iron bars, but her voice drowned beneath the crackling flames. A man who looked like a cook approached, a boning knife in hand, a scar cutting across his face, grinning like a madman. "Heard your sister preferred her feet burned raw rather than give it up?" He hurled a ladle of hot oil into the fire. The blaze roared skyward. "Well then, let's see how much pain the little sister can take tonight." Ari didn’t turn. She only stared into the churning sparks within the coals—seeing again that night ten years past: her mother being dragged into the woods, pressing this very necklace into her palm with her last breath. "You call me the child of a traitor?" she finally spoke, her voice ragged as tearing cloth. "But tell me—who among you remembers who took the hunters’ silver arrows so you could live?" The crowd stirred. Doubt flickered. Then—a shadow cut across the firelight. A man in a tailored suit stepped from the darkness, his polished shoes treading over ash without a sound. His gaze swept over Ari—the trembling spine held unbent—and slowly, he removed his gloves. "Gentlemen," his voice low and heavy, "what you are burning is not a traitor’s bloodline. It is the last living descendant of the final Wolf Lord." He lifted his eyes, their depths dark as an abyss: "And I have come to bring her home." The wind stilled. The fire burned on. A tear traced down Ari’s cheek—but she did not step back. The game was set. Survival has always been written by the victor.

From the moment Alpha Isaac Wagner discovers that the quiet rogue Madeline Ashwood is the only woman who can break his lethal birthday curse, he does the unthinkable—he drags her into a forced bond, offering her a single choice: save her sister’s life by becoming his mate… or lose everything. What starts as a cold, transactional deal soon spirals into a battle of fated attraction, forbidden desire, and a curse countdown that promises only one survivor. As Isaac’s ruthless exterior cracks and his growing feelings threaten the pact meant to save him, Madeline begins uncovering the dangerous secrets he’s buried—secrets tied to wolfsbane rituals, bloodline magic, and the truth behind his curse. But right when they’re on the edge of choosing each other instead of fate, one devastating misunderstanding tears their world apart, ending in Madeline’s tragic death. And yet, destiny refuses to let go. Whispers of reincarnation, broken-mate-bond echoes, and a shadowy enemy who wanted her gone all along hint that their story isn’t over. Because sometimes the biggest twist isn’t death itself—but what comes after it.

Five years ago, on a night of the full moon. I was surrounded by a pack of wolves in a forest clearing, blood dripping from my arm. A dark figure tore through the night sky, shielding me—Lucas. He glanced back at me, silver fire burning in his eyes: "Don't be afraid. I'm here." That night, he defied his clan’s decree for me, branded a traitor. Five years later, I stand at the center of the Blood Moon Ceremony, a "mark" seared into my wrist, shoved onto the judgment platform like livestock. "Daisy Iven," the high priest declares loudly, "you have unlawfully bonded with an outcast and borne a hybrid abomination. Tonight, you will submit to Alpha Assignment—or mother and child shall burn together." Nobles sneer below, blue flames rising from braziers. My son, Theo, chained beside a pillar, shivers in his small frame. They think I’m their prey. But no one knows—the brand was carved by my own hand. This trial? A trap I orchestrated from the start. Just as guards drag me toward the pyre, a wolf’s howl splits the night. Lucas descends from the sky, lightning scars ripping across his chest, his entire being crackling with thunder. "Who dares touch her—" His growl rolls like thunder. "I’ll slaughter your entire pack." Chaos erupts. Elders scream, "Traitor! You’ve awakened forbidden power!" I wipe blood from my lips, staring straight at the man atop the altar, draped in golden robes. "You call me a disgrace?" I laugh, slowly raising my bloodstained bracelet—woven from Theo’s umbilical cord. "But you forgot… the prophecy foretold—**the day the Child of Blood Moon rises, the reign of false gods shall fall.**" Lightning strikes. My shadow stretches in the firelight, merging with that of an ancient war goddess. Lucas grips my hand. "Ready?" I whisper, "It was never about me falling into their trial…" "It’s that—I’ve returned… bringing hell with me."

Ella is wolfless amongst the wolves, but at least she has her mate, Beta Noah Gravens... until she catches him cheating with her rival Ava. Shattered, Ella falls straight into the arms of Noah's brother, Liam Gravens, the newly returned Alpha of the Crescent Pack, who has loved her since childhood and knows she's his fated mate. But with jealous rivals, bitter exes, and two worlds pulling them apart, can Ella and Liam embrace the love they are destined for?

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